Do you still remember the scorching sun and irritable mood in your senior year of high school? Sitting in the stuffy classroom, writing furiously, but my heart was still nostalgic for the boy who made my heart beat wildly. The sun and the moon flew by, and the light and shadow were like arrows. In that fleeting moment, the senior year of high school was completely over, and there was no going back. Lost memories and lost people are now remembered occasionally, but I can never find that unruly youth again.
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